The Least Sigh of Desire
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| (Photography by Studio Pizza - found here) |
I may not hear the loons, and sighs
may turn to ash. Better take
Elijah’s part and leave the fire unlit—drenched
even, tear and sweat-sodden—and let
the mystery flame it, give the voice and thew
in Isaac’s place. Now
I can hear the life and spirit of man,
the sweet melancholy of the diving bird.
~Tyler Rogness
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